Twaccy Jones

[Verse 1]
Long hair with a hundred tats
Skinny nigga but my tummy's fat
I hit hoes like a running back
And make 'em all wanna run it back
It's KillMore, I ain't fucking with these bummy cats
Unless it's something to do with a money bag
F.O. That's my fucking pack
And I see you don't like that
Aw, no you don't like that
You are fucking with a fly crip
Use to tell that nigga to bet it like Mike Jack
Ion want a shy girl, I want a ratchet
So when I wanna beat the pussy up she don't fight back
I know you like that
And if you don't bitch you can hit the road, jack
It's just me and C Sick rollin' through the ack
We'll lay a nigga flat like a doormat

[Chorus]
Screamin' fuck the other side, they some enemigos
Blowin' on some OG looking Filipino
And you know we keep the tools like Home Depot
Leave a nigga stuck and I ain't talkin' repo
It's 4 in the morning and I'm still goin'
I done popped a moly now a nigga rollin'
Got a bottle of the Patrón
I'm geeking T. Green and call me Twaccy Jones (x4)
Got a bottle of that Patrón

[Verse 2]
[?] no Marvin, but we get it on
And when we rollin', we rollin', we rollin' straight to the mornin'
You better act like you know me, All my niggas they stupid
And they all like animals, they come right out the zoo
Girl you know what to do, pop that pussy get loose
If not for my gunner then do it for my goon
If she say she love me she ain't tellin' the truth
Got my lil' homie Jorge hangin' all out the roof

[Chorus]